There was so much buzzing inside his mind after Deathbelle and he had finished their patrol. He had bowed to his Empress, and she had dismissed him to come to terms with everything they had spoken of. He knew that he a lot of priorities to shift, and would need to host training exercises within the pack. He struggled to spar with any in the Klein family for fear of hurting them, and well he would still have to be careful with these smaller wolves, he no longer had to fear dire circumstances.
But… before even all that, he had one very important thing to address. Swept up in his emotion, he didn’t realise that what he was about to do was probably the exact opposite tactic he should be taking. The man had been known to be a fool after all, and her assessment of him wasn’t too far off the mark.
He marched to Zee’s den, and was lucky to find her there. He stuck his head inside and offered her a toothy, distracted smile. "Zee, up, up, your moving.” he told her as he walked inside and grabbed the cheetah coat off the floor, already moving to usher her from the den.
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